On sunday morning I went for a walk in the park. This was not easy. It involved detailed preparations to protect myself against the cold. A fresh covering of snow had been carefully placed over the town during the night.
I took my camera to capture the beauty of the morning. I met some swans who were walking on thin ice – not in terms of their attitude towards me, they really were on thin ice.
I followed the course of the miniature railway that winds its way around the lake. No trains on this day. I kept on the right side of the tracks for most of the way. At one point I walked close to the edge of the lake. The whole experience signalled the start of a day of cliches. At the end of the day I went to bed.